Summer
Lisa was beginning to make noises as well now, her groans vague around the obstruction in her mouth, and more clearly when she removed her lips from him, and teased him with her tongue instead.
The midsummer sun beat oppressively on the baked ground outside the hotel. The heat trap they called a courtyard pool was incapable of lowering my internal temperature below sweltering. Even immediately after a swim, sweat broke out spontaneously without any physical activity.
I lasted until around two in the afternoon before I gave in and retired to the room I shared with Lisa. She had found a suitable set of muscles to enhance her lovelife, and it was unlikely that she would show up here again any time this week.
I treated myself to a cold shower before collapsing on the bed, completely naked and wilting with the heat. I had the windows open on both sides of the room, and the large fan above my head was distributing the air as best it could, but it was still stifling. The room was quite attractive if you ignored the temperature. I had a random pile of small cushions to rest my head on, and the bed linen matched the flowers in the large vase on the table.
As I lay there in the quiet, I was thinking about Lisa and her lover. Not that I brought them to mind deliberately, but my mind was wandering and bumped into them.
Lisa had met her new man last week, and whilst she had tried some token resistance to his not so subtle advances, she really wanted him to convince her. And he did. I came back to our room late that night, and let myself in quietly. I was worried that I might wake Lisa up, but my fears were unjustified. She was undeniably awake.
Picture this. The room was open, like it is now. The way these rooms have been designed means that it's difficult to see anything from outside, even through the windows. Indeed, if I could have seen what was going on, I would probably never have opened the door.
Mike - that's the name attached to the muscles - was lying on his back on Lisa's bed, just the same as mine, but across the room. The rooms are ‘L' shaped, so the beds are out of sight of each other, but only just. Standing in the doorway though, I could see everything with ridiculous clarity. Lisa sat on top of Mike, her bare butt bouncing lightly in the moonlight, her slim body blocking me from Mike's undoubtedly well distracted eyes, and vice versa. The immediate picture was one of sensuality rather than sex. A mutual joining of egos, rather than a panting grubby sexuality, a fuck. The seeming innocence didn't last long.
I stood in the doorway and watched silently. I wanted to get away from this embarrassing scene, but at the same time I wanted to stay and watch, even to take part. I compromised by keeping silent by the door, and watching the action with a swirling mixture of guilt, embarrassment and excitement. Slowly the excitement took over, and my other feelings were banished for the time being.
Lisa had been hushed when I walked in, the only noises I could hear were the breathing of the two of them, and the bedsprings, which had obviously been suffering from a terminal illness for some time now. As I played the part of the invisible woman, Lisa started to groan a little, not an uncouth grunt of air release like they have in pornos, but a subtle, even ladylike, groan of pleasure. I could see her firm shoulders flexing in front of me as she bobbed up and down in short strokes, her small butt lifting to show vague glimpses of her impalement, fuzzy and intriguing by moonlight. Mutual patches of dark hair were also visible through the gap at times, and I found myself trying to see as much as I could, the scene framed by the two bodies, my vision focussed without intent.
I'd never met Mike, but I liked what I saw then. His firm dark legs were bent in the classic position, nice feet alternately pushing into the ancient mattress and then pulled in by the flexing of his knees.
Though I couldn't see them at the time, Lisa's breasts had been viewable previously, both in the room, and out at the pool. They were nothing exceptional, but certainly no handicap. Lisa was a very attractive woman, a redhead with the classic freckles, a smile as wide as the sun, and pale skin. She had to be careful not to get burnt in the sun, but she looked startling out at the pool, more so topless, when you could see a few thousand extra freckles. I had to admit to having taken a good look at her nipples a couple of times. Don't get me wrong. I'm not remotely lesbian. It was a professional interest of sorts. I have a set of small insignificant nipples on appropriately sized breasts. If you could have bought Lisa's nipples in a shop, they'd have had ‘large' stamped on them prominently. There would have been room.
I could imagine how her chest would look as I stood there. I could just see Mike's elbows either side of Lisa's bobbing torso, his hands no doubt caressing her breasts, feeling the friction of his fingers around those nipples, squeezing gently, caressing with abandon.
As the pace picked up more, I came to my senses enough to get out of the doorway, and I silently picked my way over to my bed, and out of site of the coupling pair. Stripping quickly to my underwear, I slipped beneath the thin covers and lay still, scared that the springs would give me away. For once they refrained from making a loud squeaky welcome, and I was able to lie without giving my presence away, though I doubt they would have noticed in any case.
Out of sight of the coupling, I felt the embarrassment return in full force, and I lost any voyeuristic interest in the proceedings. Desperate to remove myself as best I could from the whole episode, I reached for my headphones from the beside table, risking the squeaking bed again without mishap. I started a CD from the remote on the headphone cable, turned the volume up to a thoroughly unreasonable level, and settled back on the cushions. I surprised myself by managing to drift off to sleep before the end of the third track, and as I slept, the headphones must have fallen off. I was unaware of any further activity until I woke early in the morning to the sound of renewed romance across the room.
Lying listening to the subtle but increasing noises again, I found myself unable to ignore them this time, and sneaked out from the bed for a peek.
It wasn't immediately apparent exactly what was happening, but eventually I managed to sort out the body parts, and my eyes were immediately locked on the proceedings. A description of the scene is insufficient to portray it accurately, but it's the best I can manage.
From my covert position in the corner of the ‘L', I was looking directly at the foot of the bed. As I watched, Mike was kneeling on the bed, his muscled butt pointed directly toward me, his hands on the bed in front of him. The angle of his body meant that I could see his impressive erection pointing, but definitely not hanging, down between his parted thighs, a golden glow over his seemingly hairless body, his penis shining with promise.
Then suddenly the clear view of his manhood was complicated by the appearance of the top of Lisa's head, face up, from between his legs. As I watched, she reached her hands up to take hold of his butt, and pulled him toward her a little, and I could see her mouth moving around the tip of his penis, and then taking it into her mouth, little by little, her head sliding now, up and down the shaft. The admittedly muffled noises he was making were proof that he was enjoying the attention.
My curiosity had again overtaken any common level of sense, and I edged away from the corner a little, in order to see down the side of the bed, and confirm my suspicions as to what else was happening.
I wasn't disappointed, not at all. The muffling of Mike's voice was caused by the obvious culprit. He was returning Lisa's favour as I watched, his mouth buried deep in her pubic mound, caressing her intimately, his head bobbing around as his tongue presumably flicked her most tender regions.
Lisa was beginning to make noises as well now, her groans vague around the obstruction in her mouth, and more clearly when she removed her lips from him, and teased him with her tongue instead.
Somehow the oral attention was even more exciting than the more traditional behaviour earlier on, and I was entranced. They were obviously in no great hurry, and they both kept removing their mouths and passing comments. I could hear them, but not tell what they were saying.
It was with quite some surprise that I realised I was standing in the room wearing only my panties, and when I looked down, my small nipples were standing at unveiled attention, and I could feel the level of excitement even more between my legs. I tend to get very damp when excited, and a quick touch of my underwear with my fingers confirmed that they were soaking wet in front. The single touch was exhilarating, exciting, and despite the situation, I left my fingers there to explore further. As the speed of the activity on the bed slowly increased, my fingers found their way down the front of my damp panties, reached past my pubic hair to my oh-so-ready clitoris, and began caressing the damp slipperiness, sliding down to pick up more moisture from time to time, returning with a vengeance to strum the nerve ends again.
During all of this, my eyes never left the couple in front of me, Mike's head buried between Lisa's legs, and her mouth in plain sight around his penis. The bobbing seemed to be in some sort of unison now, and the speed of the movement was increasing all the time.
The moans coming from both of them excited me despite myself, and my fingers were beating a serious rhythm down in my panties. My other hand found its way to my nipples, and I was lost in a world where nothing but arousal mattered. Mine, Lisa's, Mike's.
As the excitement of my body build still further, I realised I had better head back to my bed. Otherwise I might make a noise or bang into something, and even in this state I wasn't keen for either of them to find me with a hand in my underwear. The complications could be huge.
As I lay carefully on the bed again, I slid my panties down, and removed them before sliding under the light covers. The image of Mike and Lisa was firmly held in my mind now, and I didn't need to see them, hearing them was enough.
My fingers returned to the task at hand, and I could hear Mike and Lisa approaching their release. Listening intently to them, I could feel my own orgasm approaching, and as my gentle fingertips pushed me over the edge, I heard Lisa begin to moan with more abandon, and the bedsprings signalled the beginning of the end. I like to have something inside me when I come, and as I thrust two fingers deep inside I could feel the pleasure pulse begin, and my muscles clamped my fingers with delicious pressure. Lisa, obviously thinking I still wasn't in the room, screamed with abandon as Mike's tongue took over her nervous system, and then his lower pitched grunts added to the tapestry of sound. I tried not to make any noise myself, still not wanting to be caught, but I'm sure my groans weren't noticed in any case. They were busy with their own.
My vagina kept squeezing deliciously around my fingers, but the strength of the contractions decreased slowly, as did the frequency. This was my favourite way to come. No one interrupted my body's pleasure, and my muscles warmed down delightfully around me. Slowly my concentration drifted, and I dropped off to sleep listening to the quiet sensual small-talk from the other bed, a nondescript mumble of after orgasm intimacies .
And now I was lying here alone in the heat, naked and horny all over again.
Somehow the unlocked door and the chance of capture was exciting in the afternoon, and I lay there shamelessly thinking about last night some more.
Slowly my hands caressed my body, starting with my neck, drifting to my again erect nipples, my breasts, which were well in need of attention, my ticklish stomach. I can't stand it when someone else touches my navel, but when I do it myself it's arousing, erotic.
Swirling around it randomly with my left hand, my right hand crept down to my pubic thatch, the wiry dark patch providing little resistance, and further, to my sensitive labia. The whole area was damp with both the heat and my mental porno replay, and I moved my other hand down as well, my thumbs sliding effortlessly up and down the slipperiness hidden within the hair, stroking carelessly without much thought, drifting in an erotic daydream, my inner thighs picking up a charge with every pass of my fingers.
Sometimes I live for penetration, other times I want to stay right out of there. This was one of those times. My fingertips tickled around the damp entrance, I even slid one hand down to prickle across the top of my anus, the puckered entrance quivering with the gentle attention. As I played this game with one hand, the other was back at the centre of my being, slithering wetly around my clitoris without touching it, teasing it, gaining its attention indirectly. I drifted further in my daydream, a tangled mess of past actual events, fantasies, last night's voyeurism.
I have no idea how long that lasted, random arousal from the hands that knew me best, a delicious erotic meander in the heat.
Then suddenly my mind focussed on the present. My clitoris was crying out for direct attention, my whole body desperate for closure. I slowly moved my thumb directly across the top, my sensitised nerves seemed to feel the bump and fall of each and every valley and hill in my thumbprint, a textured masturbation weapon of supreme capability. Each pass of my skin brought me closer to the edge until I knew I couldn't stop. A finger from each hand took over the task, embracing my nubbin of pleasure every way they could, non-stop stimulation of my sweating body, and I passed beyond the plateau, and commenced the last climb to orgasm, frantic manipulation of myself, pushing the edge, and suddenly I was over again, my thighs raining pleasure down on my stressed mind, spikes of feeling near the edge of pain, contractions, almost convulsions of muscles pushed to their limit. I screamed this time. Loud and long. Abused my tenderness with suddenly firm fingers, riding the crest of my orgasm as best I could, tears and sweat mixing on my face as my fingers finally slowed their assault, and I collapsed briefly, hotter than ever, definitely not sleepy. Suddenly desperate, I jumped off the bed, pulled on my bathing suit (not quite that desperate), ran out the door, raced across the grass as fast as I could on my still-shaky legs, and fell into the pool, uncaring as people stared.
As I stopped in the middle of the calm water, I was finally relaxed. And cool, for a change.
Nov 2008
I liked , no -- I loved to read your storyand got exited very much
Dec 2005
GREAT!!!
GBF: COOL!!!
Oct 2005
I enjoyed the conversational tone, like she was telling me about it over coffee. Thanks for another nice little story about a fascinating situation!
GBF: Thanks. You stay right there, and I'll get you a cool drink.
Sep 2005
I had a problem with dealing with her nudity and than her stripping. I'm a nit-picker from way back and little things bother me. What I said about the other story is also applies to my oopinion of this one. I was particularly impressed with your correct
GBF: Thanks for the pointers.
Aug 2005
it is amazing and gave an instant hardon to me
i was wacking off or u can say masterbating 3ice while i read the pages
GBF: 3ice? :-)
Jun 2005
Wow and double wow. I have just barely found your stories today and i have read a few... but this was amazing. Totally sensual. The tension being built up, the touching of her wetness.. made me just as hot. Needless to say I can associate with that a
GBF: Wow, is right, but for your feedback, not my story.
Jun 2005
Wow!
Your writing is SO hot. I hope your real love life is as good as the one you write about.:)
Have a great day, and please keep writing.
Stay safe.
GBF: Nothing is as good as it is in a story! :-)
May 2005
good, but I was less excited by it than by the next one. a 5...... [aw c'mon, they can't all be 10's, can they? ]
GBF: Well Duh! Of course! :-)
May 2005
your stories are all GOOD!!!
GBF: Your feedback is all GOOD too!!! But sadly anonymous.
Apr 2005
This story describes exactly what summer is about for young lovers. A well written story. Sex and the young.
GBF: Hey, both sex and summer are for the old as well! :-)
Mar 2005
Made we want to watch her play with herself while I do the same.
GBF: You mean you weren't?
Feb 2005
Just Delicious......:)And very nicely written makes for exciting reading....
GBF: Just like your - unfortunately anonymous - feedback.
Feb 2005
As much time as I try to undrestand the inner workings of a female, I can't hold a candle to you.
GBF: You need candles? You should have said!
Jan 2005
Speaking of the female perspective, my only real problem with this story was that it took too long to figure out that it WAS from the female perspective.
Nice finish. Better than usual.
GBF: No one else has said that... Maybe wishful thinking on your part? :-)
Jan 2005
Gentle,This may have been one of your older stories but it was very good and hot. ... You did it to me again...
GBF: Thanks.
Dec 2004
It was a very good story. Not many get me worked up to the point where i have to go take care of myself or go attack my man but this one did thanks!
GBF: Yeah, but which one was it? :-)
Dec 2004
Beautifuly written. I hope to read more from you.
GBF: Thanks. There's a fair bit there to choose from. 60 titles and counting... :-)
Dec 2004
this was excellent reading, not in a pervy way, but then again lol thank you very much, finally some good reading ;)
Dec 2004
Lisa, It is really a nice story.
GBF: Thanks, but you're a little confused. Lisa wrote the Caramel stories, and I wrote the rest.
Dec 2004
I'm not as much a voyer as a participant. Most of your other stories have a lot of great dialog between your primary characters. This has set you apart from many of the other writers whose works I have read. And I liked it VERY much.
In this story the
GBF: That's alright Hank. Variety is good!
Dec 2004
Did someone mention college party? Either there is an epidemic of lusty young college women peeking on their roomates or I was at the same party! Who am I kidding? I am one of those lusty young college girls ;) Lovely story Gentle, its great to hear about
GBF: Have you been peeking?
Nov 2004
Not bad. A couple missued words Build instead of build and so forth. Great stuff.
GBF: This review improved as it went! :-)
Nov 2004
WEW ,do i need a cold shower now,bet yet get out some toys to play with.....too bad my boyfriend is out of town this holiday weekend.
Loved it Babe,cant wait for the next one.
GBF: Thanks.
Nov 2004
Great story! Reminds me of a scene I saw at a college party once. Like the perspective you write from - the lusty young woman hehe :)
GBF: Hey, what about the details? College party, yep, then what???
Nov 2004
this was great!
I really enjoyed this a lot. The whole voyeur / exhibitionist theme works very well here.
Nov 2004
I think this is a wondeful story, any chance of you and I meeting? I'm all aroused
GBF: Let's see... You are probably on the other side of the world from me; you sent an ANONYMOUS note; I'm married; neither of us know the gender of the other person; you won't still be aroused by the time you get this... But thanks for telling me, anyway. :-)
Nov 2004
Yet another truly excellent story. I really want to meet this girl - someone who enjoys arousal like that, and who knows her body so well, is a rare gem indeed!
GBF: I wouldn't mind meeting her myself!
Nov 2004
Well...you have done it again, Gentle.
I am sitting here all wet and hot..and so pleased by the power of the "Summer" story.
Grin...guess I had beter go get in bed and finsish what your story started.
GBF: That's a hell of a comment!
Nov 2004
You got a lot of sexual tension in your telling of this story, but I would have liked the heroine to have been discovered and
GBF: Sorry you feel that way. Also sorry I had to snip out some of what you said, so you don't ruin the story.
Nov 2004
i loved it, mostly because it reminded me of the many times id come home from school and sneeking up to her room would be to spy on her her making out with one of her girl friends. some times i could tell it was the girls first time.
i love your stori
GBF: Whose room?
Nov 2004
wow. Mind-blowingly wow. Keep up the awesome work. It's so rare to find an author with a good idea who actually writes well too!
GBF: Mind blowing feedback! Thanks.
Nov 2004
good story... hot nights in the tropics make for interesting sights as sheets come off... but sharing a room seems to have more interesting events...I can imagine the couple as they here her scream and awaken from their reverie.
GBF: Thanks. I can imagine it too, obviously. :-)
Nov 2004
Carried me away on your wings of orgasmic joy ...
GBF: Oh, and anonymous again! :-(
Nov 2004
Delicious as usual, Darling.
GBF: Awww, shucks.
Nov 2004
Great work :)
GBF: Thanks Danny
Nov 2004
Ohh wow, that was so amazing, you have such a way with words. Very very sensual.
GBF: Well, feedback like that makes it soooo much easier!
Nov 2004
Well dear...all we can say is that Summer was good and the link to your other storys was nice and we thank you for that.....Jennifer got "excited"...and well i was too...for about 2 hours...had to shower and change the fresh sheets we had on the bed...Tha
GBF: You know, that is just the best kind of feedback, guys. Glad I could be of assistance. :-)
Nov 2004
I haven't read all of your stories, but this one was very different from the ones I have read. The 69 is always a favorite of mine. Your description of it was very sensual to say the least. The mixture of voyeurism, 69, and masturbation...very intoxica
Nov 2004
I liked the story and I thought it well written, but because of personal circumstances I will have to break connections. Thank you for past entertainment.
GBF: You mean the missus found out, or you joined a cult? Oh, that's right. It's not a cult. It's a religion. Gotcha. Had my cynicism up a notch too high.
Nov 2004
I Loved! the ending. Very nice. Beautifully crafted as always. I Wonder why you write from a female perspective that often.
GBF: Thanks.
Nov 2004
This is very hot story, almost had a true ring to it. It would have been hot to watch. Hope you write more!
GBF: More? I've got 58 stories there! :-)
Nov 2004
Well this story raised the temperature in my neck of the woods by at least 40 degrees !
Great little story, thanks for sharing it.
GBF: Thanks
Nov 2004
Yum! That was fantastic.
*thank* you.
GBF: Any time